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Then I guess we're just going to have to make do with the appetizer for now. And dessert afterwards.

[He smirks up at him, sliding his hands up along his back.]

I mean, you're definitely stoking my appetite.

[Keith smiled a little and then leaned down to kiss Lance again.]

That can work.

[He shifted a bit, sliding across to end up on top so he could kiss at Lance's neck again, softly and lightly running the tip of his tongue up his pulse point like that day on the Iskaulit. His breath brushed over Lance's skin, Keith knowing exactly what he was doing to the other boy.]

Keith--

[That's good, because Lance is fairly clueless, especially with his brain barely working right now. He drags his nails up Keith's back, not hard enough to leave marks or anything, but enough that he can feel it.]

[The nails were new, and Keith paused for a moment at the sound of his name.]

Is that okay?

[Too far?]

Very okay. Uh, I didn't scratch you too hard or anything, did I...?

[He looks a little worried, hoping he didn't mess things up just when they started.]

I thought it might feel good for you...

[Keith shook his head.]

No... you didn't. It was fine.

[In fact, Keith might look a little flushed if Lance were to notice.

He kissed at Lance's neck again, but working his way down this time, moving the collar of the shirt so he could get to Lance's collarbone and then lightly across his throat.]

Okay, good.

[He feels relieved enough to do it again, then, as Keith goes back to kissing him. The fabric of Keith's shirt is a little confining against the top of his hands, though.]

Y'know, if you...want better access to me, it's not so cold in here that I wouldn't mind getting rid of my shirt for a while.

[Far from it. He's already feeling a little overheated.]

[Keith sat up completely now, straddled across Lance's legs, and seemed to consider it.]

If you want.

[It wasn't the first time they'd seen each other without their shirts on anyway, right? Though, it really seemed a lot different this time around. More... intimate...

Keith shrugged his left shoulder a little.]

I could take mine off, too...

If that's cool with you, I definitely wouldn't mind.

[Lance reaches down to tug off his shirt, tossing it off to the side somewhere. He doesn't really care where it landed. That's a problem for Future Lance. Present Lance is more focused on the boy straddling him, and he hooks his fingertips on the edges of Keith's shirt. If given the okay, he'll pull that up and off of him as well.]

[Keith nodded, almost a little shy, and he reached down to pull the shirt off even as Lance did, too. He winced ever so slightly, but seemed to dismiss whatever made him do it as he let the shirt drop off to the side of the bed.

This was definitely different than just heading to the pool at the same time.

Suddenly feeling a bit shy, Keith carefully placed his hands on the soft tan skin of Lance's stomach, and then gently slid them up his sides towards his shoulders, leaning back down as he did. He placed a kiss where he had left off at the base of Lance's throat.]

[He gives a content little sigh when Keith goes back to kissing at his skin. His own hands move back to Keith's back, not scratching this time, but just roaming along it and caressing his skin now that he has more room to do it.]

You're gorgeous, y'know that? Really, really gorgeous.

[Keith looked at Lance, quirking an eyebrow slightly.]

It's not something I really think about.

[He was definitely amused, though. He shifted, laying flat on Lance now. He studied him for a moment, being this close, just looking at him. Keith gave a small half-smile, then leaned in to kiss Lance on the lips before looking him right in the eye.]

I never really realized before just how blue your eyes are.

But you definitely are. Most handsome boy I know.

[He pauses when Keith kisses him and talks about his eyes, though--and it's amazing how such a simple statement can make him feel so good.]

Y-yeah?

[That got Keith a bit flummoxed, and he almost blushed. He lowered his head to tuck against Lance's chest for a moment. Though, Lance's uncertainty about the comment over his eyes got Keith's attention. He nodded.]

Yeah. It's a pretty color. Like the ocean.

Huh. I guess it fits, considering I'm a beach boy.

[It really does make him happy, though. His hands move up to Keith's shoulders, starting to gently massage them.]

I'm not the only one with pretty eyes, you know. Yours, they're like... I dunno, like amethyst. They're so purple and beautiful. I mean, I guess it's not a huge secret how into your eyes I am...

[Keith relaxed on Lance as he rubbed his shoulders like that. Lance would definitely feel that Keith carried all his tension and stress in his shoulders.]

You really think they're purple?

[Keith's voice sounded almost hesitant, like he was afraid to ask.]

I mean... Yeah? ...is that...um, is that...bad...?

[He doesn't stop massaging his shoulders, does it a little more firmly even once he feels all that tension built up there, but now he's feeling tense himself. Did he make a huge mistake bringing up Keith's eye color?

Purple... Oh, quiznak, he really did make a mistake, didn't he?]

I don't know. I mean, I always knew it was different, but I never really thought about it beyond that before.

[He shrugged a little, and then grimaced a bit as Lance managed to find a really tender spot near the scar on his right shoulder. Without even really thinking about it, he shifted his arm slightly so that spot was a little more guarded.]

[Quiznak, quiznak, quiznak. Lance draws his hand back. Not only is he messing this up, he's messing this up in a whole different way than he thought he would.]

It's not a bad different, Keith. It's part of what makes you you, and I think it's beautiful.

I used to just tell people they were dark blue because it got less weird looks. And it's not... completely untrue. I mean, they do look blue sometimes.

[For all the worrying Lance was doing, Keith wasn't exactly pulling away. In fact, he was comfortably snuggled right up against Lance, lightly tracing lazy abstract patterns across his chest with a finger.]

I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm glad you like it. I'm just not used to people not thinking it's weird or unusual or whatever.

[Or alien.

Keith sighed, pushing that thought down. The whole part-Galra thing was turning out to be sort of a good thing, right? Because he was still useful even with not being a Paladin. He could work with the Blade of Marmora. That counted for something.

So, yeah... he could make himself be okay with it. He'd already used it against Zarkon by being able to get into the ship and help Thace shut down the system so Pidge could dump that virus. It could help the mission because he could do things with it.

He just had to keep telling himself that.

Keith pulled Lance tighter, giving him a good squeeze.]

Thanks... for not thinking it's weird.

I don't think any of you is weird. Maybe your 80's haircut, but that's all.

[He can't help but tease, because that's them. That's comfortable, something that never changes.

Lance is still afraid he's going to keep messing things up, put Keith in a bad state of mind when he should be otherwise happy. But all he can do is try to make up for when he does, he supposes. He tilts Keith's head up for another kiss, this one longer and deeper.]

You're perfect to me, okay? And I've still got about 50 minutes to make you feel just how perfect I think you are.

[He runs his hands up and down his back again, avoiding the spot that made Keith tense up, as he kisses him deeply once more.]

[The quip about his hair got a small chuckle out of Keith, and he playfully swatted Lance in response just before they kissed. As they did, Keith slid his hand up and behind Lance's neck, his fingers lacing into the hair at the back of his head.

He listened again once they pulled back, giving Lance a small smile in return before pulling him in for that second kiss.

This was definitely worth coming to the room early for. The race would have been fun, but this was good on a different level. His fingers played a little with the ends of Lance's hair, and Keith couldn't help the small smile that formed as a thought came to him.]

Are you growing a mullet? It's feeling a little long back here.

Ohhhhmygod, Keith. I'm trying to make out with you and maybe do more to you to make you feel extra, super good, and you're making me worry about my hair?

[He doesn't want to be groaning out of frustration. He wants to be groaning out of other things!]

Hey, you started it.

[But Keith definitely looked amused, giving a playful tug at the strands he had hold of.]

Turnabout's fair play.

[And he leaned in and kissed Lance again.]

[Speaking of turnabout, then-- When Keith's distracted by kissing him, Lance rolls them over on the bed so he's now the one straddling Keith. Hah. He's got some strength of his own, okay? Even if it's not as much.

Of course, he knows he can't keep Keith down if he really fought him, so he leans down and swipes his tongue against the side of his neck to distract him some more.]

's not fair how good you taste, too.

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